Various! Jjk x reader

|inumaki x reader| |oral fixation| |aged up| |emotional tension| |first time|   |NSFW|
|word count: 444|

You hadn't meant to find it.

His journal, soft cover, plain, tucked beneath his pillow like it didn't hold a firestorm.

You were just fixing his bedding after a mission, making sure everything was neat, for when he got out of the infirmary. You weren't snooping.

And curiosity betrayed you.

It wasn't full of spells or notes about cursed speech. It was filled with notes, about you.

Your name again and again in soft strokes.

"Your lips look the sweetest when you're about to ask for something."
"Sometimes I dream about kissing your thighs before I even touch your core."
"I want to ruin you with my mouth."

Your fingers trembled as you closed it.

You didn't say anything though. Not yet.

When he returned, bandaged, quiet, still smelling like antiseptic. You greeted him like you always do.

Made him tea, touched his hair softly and smiled.

But he noticed something in your gaze.

"Salmon?" He offered, brow furrowing.

"Tuna." You replied, gently. Stepping closer.

And then, you pulled the notebook from your pocket and placed it in his hands.

He froze. Didn't look up. Didn't move. Just held it, knuckles white.

You could see his breathing change. Slow and measured. Bracing for rejection.

So you leaned up.

Softly and gently. "Show me." You whispered.

His eyes widened then darkened.

Later, in your room, the air turned heavy with anticipation.

He didn't speak, only watched as you lay back on the bed, arms open for him.

And when he climbed between your legs, his lips trembling just inches from your skin, he looked up at you once. Needing permission.

You nodded and he didn't waste a second.

It was all mouth. Hot, slow kisses up your thighs. His tongue tracing maddening circles, teasing, reverent. His hands held your hips like you'd vanish and when his lips finally brushed your folds, your back arched.

He groaned against you, so quiet you almost missed it. No words just want.

He licked and licked like he was memorizing every twitch and moan, pausing only to glance up, eyes glazed, and hair messy from where your fingers clutched it.

You were gasping,shaking, half crying his name. And he hadn't said a word.

Just you, unraveling beneath him.

And when you finally came, writhing and trembling, he kissed your hip bone like it was a promise.

Later, tangled in the sheets, you pressed your lips to his throat. "You don't have to write anymore. You can just show me every time." You whispered.

His fingers intertwined with yours, heartbeat wild under your palm.

And although his voice remained quiet.

"Salmon." He said softly, breath hitching.

You smiled.

"Always."